MrH isn’t well. He has a really nasty cold. He is coughing something rotten and I feel so useless.
MrH is not a “man flu” man. He doesn’t complain. He doesn’t whinge. He keeps to himself and gets on with it. I think he would happily head to a cabin in the middle of nowhere when he is unwell.
I’ve done my best to not hover. I’ve tried to give him space. It’s not easy.
We’re doing a move about of our bedroom and it’s stalled because he’s not well. I’ve done all I feel comfortable doing. But the last step involves drilling the wall and although I can do it, it’s something MrH usually does.
I’m also making some runners for the bedside drawers that we can put our phones/glasses in…
I’ve done the one for MrH and tomorrow I will do the one for my side. I’ve even used one of the decorative stitches on the sewing machine along the top edges of the pockets. I’m pleased with how it’s turned out.
As the day has gone on, MrH has started to feel a little better and my throat is starting to hurt. I really don’t want to be ill.
It’s been 21 days since MrH permitted me to orgasm. And whereas I was horny and needy now I’m slipping towards feeling unwanted.
Yes I know MrH isn’t well…. yes I know I had some cysts that prevented play… yes I know it’s not rational…. did I say it was???? No. But this blog is not about selling my life or me as being perfect! This is me with all my neurotic baggage.
So, he’s poorly – I’m not sparkling, but I want to get the bedroom move done because Sir wants more space to play, and I want everything to be ready for when he does want me.
I have no idea what we will get done tomorrow. It will depend on how we all are I guess….